A month has gone by since I had Hunter. The group welcomed him warmly. The name surprisingly was a hit. It seemed to fit our current state perfectly.

My son was the most beautiful being I have ever seen. We dressed him in a small, blue outfit that fit his 7ish pound body. Glenn even found a little hat that matched the outfit. We used it to cover up his thin puff of brown hair and keep his head warm. His eyes were a photocopy of Daryl's. They seemed to be tiny light blue beacon of light that showed us what love really was.

Beth and Carol have been the biggest help. There are nights where sleep is a luxury, but they always step in when it gets to be too much. Having a child in the apocalypse is no easy task. He can go nights just screaming his tiny head off. Even if they take over, he can be quite the handful.

We didn't stay at the storage facility long. The next day we were on the road again. Walkers had surrounded us for miles. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault, but we made it through like always. We've been traveling nonstop since then. No place was safe enough for us to stay for more than two or three nights. Walkers would always manage to find us.

Rick was still our leader and was still a scary son of a gun, but there were moments where I could see what remained of his humanity. It didn't happen often, but it did, primarily when he held Hunter. At first, he refused to be near my son. I took offense to that of course, but eventually he came around. Like I said, it doesn't happen often, but every once in awhile, Rick will pick up the baby. There would be a gleam in his eyes when he looked down at my son. I think it made him think of when Carl was a baby, or maybe the baby that Lori was about to have.

According to Hershel, he was a happy and healthy baby. We got lucky. In this kind of environment, it would have been easy for something to go wrong. I guess we were blessed in a way. I couldn't have for anything better.

Daryl was the best of them all. Whatever Hunter needed, he got it for him. The doubts Daryl had about being a good father were gone the minute he held Hunter in his arms. Hunter may have biologically been Merle's, but that didn't matter. Daryl vowed to raise him as his own and for that I was forever thankful. My favorite part of Daryl caring for Hunter was when he came home from a run. He would always drop his crossbow, kiss me hello, and take Hunter and hold him in his arms. It was precious, something I would have never expected from him. He has really changed for the better since I met him. Daryl was proud to be with me and apart of the little family we created in this hell.

Having a newborn baby on the road was a dangerous thing. Hiding from walkers had become much more difficult. It's as if Hunter knew when danger was near and he was warning us. I don't know, but his screams would give away our position almost every single time. With Lori only a month or two away from giving birth herself, we needed to find this sanctuary Rick has been dreaming of.

Carl seemed to be the only one who was objective to the baby. Whenever he cried, Carl told us to shut him up. He sees Hunter as a liability and refuses to go near him. The way he treats Hunter infuriates me, but there was nothing I could do. Daryl tells me that Carl isn't my kid and I should go to Rick or Lori about it, but it was no use. Neither of them would do anything. Even if they wanted to, Carl wouldn't listen. This world has made him cold.

The first time I held him, I vowed to do everything I can to protect him. I did small things like cut my hair so he doesn't grab onto it. (It's just above my shoulders now. Daryl tells me he likes it, but I know he doesn't. I wasn't much of a fan of it either, but it was for Hunter's safety and for mine. Short hair is harder to grab by babies and walkers.) I am probably the most prepared mother as well. Whenever we see diapers, we grab them. Same thing with other baby supplies. I currently have two bags full of clothes and toys alone. We keep all the stuff together in Rick's car.

I've also started taking larger measures to protect my son. Daryl has started teaching me how to fight with weapons and hand-to-hand. I don't shoot as much because we are so low on ammo and I'm still pretty bad, but he lets me use the crossbow. I'm not much better at that. On the other hand, I've gotten better with a knife and other silent weapons as well as my hands. I can now take out walkers from behind silently. Of course we never deal with more than one at a time since I'm still training, but it's a start. I was becoming a well oiled walker killing machine. We haven't run into any humans in awhile, so I don't know if I could do it yet. I bet money that if Hunter or anyone else was in danger, I could.

I had done a lot of irresponsible things in my life. I liked to party, drink, and sleep around. I pretended that this world didn't affect me. I used to treat it like any other day. Drinking had come and done that to me. It got so bad that I had a stash that I would share with Merle on, I'm guessing, more than one occasion. Those choices were awful, but good came out of it. I became pregnant and had my son, the best thing to ever happen to me. That's why I never wanted to disappoint him. While pregnant, there were moments when I couldn't wait to go to an abandoned liquor store and have a drink. That has all changed. I vowed, for the sake of my son's well being, to never have a lick of alcohol ever again. I don't need it as much as I need him.

It's so weird to look back on my life and see how much my life has changed in the past few months. I used to be nothing, but now, I'm a survivor. I have a beautiful son and a man that loves me. I have a group of people who will do anything for one another to keep us all breathing. I have learned to be more of a team player and that everything doesn't revolve around me. Even with the undead walking around, I love my new life.


A/N: Sorry this one is a little short, but I thought it was cute. Just so you all know, this is the last in-between-seasons chapter. The next chapter will be the start of season 3, the last season of this story. But don't worry. I'm planning on writing a squeal. I just don't want to make this story too long. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it. The next one will be up within the next few days.